Sissykins: A Perfect Sissy

Sissykins: A Perfect Sissy

Susie had called me just before quitting time. I could tell she was excited, her words rapidly flowing out of her mouth, her speech slightly slurred. She wanted me to meet her at our favorite restaurant for dinner, her treat. That in itself was unusual, her job as a stylist for one of the salons in town paid well, but the restaurant we liked was very much on the expensive side. I told her I could be there at five-thirty, a little over an hour from now. I smiled, it is not often my wife gets excited about anything, whatever this is she is totally wound up.

I finished up my work, put things away and headed out. It was about a thirty minute drive to our favorite eatery, the whole trip spent wondering what has happened to make her so jubilant. As I parked she was walking back and forth in front of the place looking for my car. Wow, this news must be awesome for her to get this wrapped up in it. As soon as I parked she was at my car door dragging my body out. Then as she leaned forward she planted an erotic kiss on my lips while squeezing my ass. No complaints from me, but it did make me wonder what her news is. Well wonder is not nearly strong enough, concerned might be a better choice of words. I headed towards the door as she was glued to my side making walking a little difficult.

We were seated right away, since she had called ahead and made reservations. A private booth in one of their alcoves no less. Now I was more than intrigued, this was costing her a bundle, the private booth even too expensive for me to use, when I made reservations for us on occasion. Then to add to the mystery our drinks were brought to us right away, along with an appetizer. She had apparently ordered ahead since we never were offered a menu. I stared at her, trying to get her to spill the beans, I couldn’t even think of anything that could have happened to cause this much excitement for her. All I got was a smirk from her, now she was purposefully denying me the reason for her being so happy. A favorite game of hers when she could manage to pull it off. I asked key questions to try and get some useful information from her, but alas she was on top of her game, vaguely answering my questions but not a hint of what was behind all of this.

I finally gave up, knowing I would not find out anything until she was ready to divulge it. The meal was delicious, everything I loved to eat and never allowed myself to order mainly because of the cost. After we had finished eating the check was brought out. I watched closely as she took a look at it, then reached into her purse and pulled out a platinum Am. Express card. She signed the ticket leaving a tip on it that was quite substantial. The waiter brought her a copy of the bill then closed the curtain around the booth allowing us some privacy. She scooted up right next to me, taking my hand in hers and delivering another toe curling kiss. I was told to remain quiet until she had explained everything, then I will be allowed a question or two. Another erotic kiss and she started in.

Her boss Francine, the owner of the salons came in today and took her out to lunch. Since I was booked up solid another stylist had to take a couple of my customers to free me up. She is building another salon in town a branch of her Turnabout Gurl Salons, the one I am presently employed at.

“I was offered the position of general manager of the new salon, to finish setting it up and hire the necessary staff to run it. I am also responsible for the advertising for the new salon, doing whatever is necessary to make it successful. We talked for over three hours with her giving me some hints on what she envisions for the new salon and how she would like to see it developed.”

“I was reluctant to take the job, since it seemed way above what I could handle. We talked some more while she asked me how I would develop the concept if it was up to me. My mind came up with several ideas, not having a clue where they came from. After I finished telling her my ideas, she reached over and hugged me, telling me I start tomorrow. Before I could say anymore I was handed a sheet with my name on the top, with a salary figure that blew my mind, a long list of benefits and attached to the sheet the American Express card I used tonight. I was given the address of the new salon, with her telling me that it would be ready to accept customers in ten days.”

I was told to take you out to dinner tonight, wining and dining you. Keep in mind that maybe he could fill an essential part in the development of the new salon. Maybe an example of what the new salon could do for its customers. I have been thinking about it all day, and you know she is right. A perfect spot for you, my beloved close to me where I can indulge in some kissing and groping when I desire it. But even better a perfect example of what is possible at the salon. Best of all it is where I can take care of you, seeing to your every need in the days to come.

Now the part you might be reluctant to participate in. The name of the new salon is Turnabout Sissies, where all of the cute sissies come to get sissified and find dreamy clothes to wear. We do everything from changing their apparent gender, to providing the cute dresses a sissy needs to wear. That includes makeup, a cute sissy hairstyle, long elegant nails and many other feminine treatments.

You will be ideal as the perfect sissy, one that prospective customers can look at and see how there own sissy might look after their transformation. No work involved, just allow us to transform you into the perfect sissy, then just be available to be seen when customers arrive.

I scooted away from her wanting to put a little more distance between us till I could figure out exactly what my part in this would entail. She was not to be deterred, following me closely with me now pinned up against the end of the booth. She leaned in and unleashed the big guns, the kiss that I then experienced causing a great turmoil within my body. I wanted to let go and enjoy the kiss, even junior had risen to the occasion, but alarm bells were going off. I doubted if I let my guard down I would be long for the masculine gender. Her hand found my erection and worked its magic, causing a few low moans to escape my lips. Another kiss and I had a hard time remembering my name, much less anything else.

The assault on my senses continued for quite some time, with me finally giving in some and allowing her to try her idea on me. I was sure I would look ridiculous, so one look at the finished product and she will have to make other plans. There was some doubt though, I am far from being classified as a he man, a life behind a desk not much for developing a male physique. At one hundred and thirty pounds and a little over five foot six, my real claim to be male resided with having a substantial male organ. Well, I thought it was substantial. One that my wife adored and took advantage of extensively.

I had mistakenly let my hair grow longer than normal, a fact that might make my transformation easier for her. Too late to do anything about the length now.

She continued her assault, with me twisting and turning trying to keep from coming right there in the restaurant. She sensed how close I was, kissing me hard, her tongue in my mouth almost to my throat. It did muffle my vocal outburst, while I deposited quite a load of goo in my underwear. Then just like nothing happened, she slid out of the booth and dragged me along. Right through the crowded restaurant, my face so red, with my one hand trying to cover up my groin some. I am sure there was quite a wet spot there, the thin pants I wore today not doing anything to hide the problem.

Once outside I looked down at my groin, seeing a huge wet spot, with trails of wetness down both pant legs. I was already bright red, so there was no further enhancement possible in the humiliation department. Suzie’s remark about me wearing diapers in the future not of any help.

She had me leave my car at the restaurant, she would have someone retrieve it tomorrow. I was helped into her car having to sit on a towel so as to not get the seat wet. She headed off looking my way often. To make matters worse she did not drive towards home, but to the new salon. I pleaded with her, but sitting in a puddle of your own cum not very much of a confidence builder. Arriving at the salon I was impressed at the size of the place, meanwhile she was leading me in and back to one of the rooms at the rear of the salon. I was quickly assisted in losing my clothes, the soiled pants and underwear put in a garbage bag. Now naked I was helped up onto a table and secured there, arms and legs in restraints at the side and end of the table. I was in a daze watching what she was doing, but did not utter a peep, content to just watch and hope for the best..

Protesting was now an afterthought, since I was already helpless to do anything about it. She took a towel and cleaned me up. More red showing up, a wife seeing to the aftermath of her effect on me. I found my voice, asking to be let go, then muttering words about how I couldn’t control myself, she just leaned in again and laid another sensuous kiss on me silencing my mutterings.

When she withdrew her face from mine, she had a pair of tongs in her hand, reaching into my mouth with them and grabbing my tongue. I stared at her trying to figure out what she was doing. The tongs had locked onto my tongue, words were now impossible and my mouth was open in disbelief. She placed something around my tongue, right behind the clamped on tongs. I felt her snap something shut and the tongs were removed from my mouth. Whatever she had placed around my tongue was secure, nothing I tried would dislodge it. I tried to say a few words, but nothing came out but gibberish.

She smiled at me, now that we have that mouth controlled we can take care of other matters. I tried to make a pitiful face at her, but she just gave me another kiss and continued with her agenda.

Once more she cleaned around my male organ, then applied an ice pack to the area. I violently twisted and turned trying to avoid the sudden cold. Another string of gibberish escaping my mouth, but to no avail. The ice had started melting before she removed the ice pack, then she started fitting something around my frozen male appendage. I couldn’t feel anything down there still in shock at what was transpiring. I heard a click, then Suzie placed a necklace around her neck with a single key on it. I looked down at my groin now only seeing my penis locked in a tube, with an attached band behind my testicles. My substantial male organ now shrunk and quite pathetic.

Another kiss from Suzie, then she proceeded to slip a diaper under my butt. I closed my eyes tightly, hoping this nightmare would cease to exist once I opened them again. No such luck, the diaper being secured around my body with pink diaper pins. It felt like more than one diaper, so much between my legs I couldn’t put them together any more.

She did gather up both of my hands in hers after releasing me, explaining what she had done and why. The tongue clamp was to limit my ability to complain, you agreed to help and we have to see if you will make a suitable sissy. The chastity device is to make sure you don’t spurt off again. Really right in the restaurant, your timing needs some adjusting. The diaper is to make my life easier, so I don’t have to constantly clean up behind you. Now I need to find you some shoes and a dress and then see what we have managed to accomplish. I was left there hands free but feet still restrained. I laid there wondering where all of this is going, and why I have put up with everything so far.

The dress she came back with was so over the top, a short little piece of nothing that barely covered my groin. Lacey, and covered in pictures of kitties, a most juvenile looking dress. The shoes though took the prize, nothing but a jumble of straps attached to a towering heel. It took her twenty minutes to affix them to my foot, I could see removing them would be nearly impossible. Finally released from the table I was helped to stand, then dragged over to a mirror. As soon as I saw my image I knew all was lost, a cute sissy dressed in heels and a juvenile dress was all there was to see. I imagine when she added other treatments she would have her sissy for advertising purposes. I closed my eyes, let out a huge sigh and tried to think of how I could live with this.

But soon remembered I didn’t have any choice. Already resembling a sissy, with just a dress, diaper and heels, further enhancements likely to put me firmly in the sissy hall of fame.

As if that was not enough, she led me to a chair near a sink, washed and conditioned my hair, then added a spray of something to the lock of hair in her hand then wound it on a curler. Repeated many times over my whole head receiving the curlers. Way too many to count each curler wound tight giving me a slight headache.

Next on her agenda was to do my makeup. She used more makeup than I thought possible, but the image in the mirror reflected the look she was striving for. I looked much younger, and so juvenile. It didn’t even look like I had any makeup on. A stint under the dryer to set my curls, then when she brushed it out I now looked like I was eight or nine years old, just big for my age.

Her smile said it all, I would be her perfect sissy from now on, confined to her salon showing all the customers what their own sissy could look like.

I was then taken home, dressed as a sissy, to be taken care of like a child from now on. When we entered the house, things had changed. The playpen in the middle of the living room an indication of the degree of changes. I was led back to the guest bedroom, to find it had been turned into a nursery. A crib, a changing table and a shelving unit loaded with diapers. My diaper was changed, and then a onesie replaced my infant dress. The heels were replaced by a pair of lacy socks. Ribbons were wrapped around each curl of my hair to keep the curls from getting tangled up during the night. The look so childish.

I was helped up into the crib, a strap secured over my stomach to keep me from rolling out of the crib. The strap buckled underneath the crib, so that I could not release it. A kiss on the end of my nose and she turned on the mobile over the crib. Sleep well Sissykins, you have a long day tomorrow.

I was left there, put to bed and it was not even seven o’clock. She returned about fifteen minutes later with a baby bottle in her hands. I shook my head, not wanting anything to do with what she was planning for me. The nipple of the bottle was slipped into my mouth, my tongue no longer able to push it out. My throat was rubbed a little, causing me to start sucking on the nipple. The warm milk had the desired effect, I was soon asleep after finishing the bottle.

I did wake up later, my diaper soaked, causing me to cry and whine wanting out of the crib along with a dry diaper. Mommy to the rescue, my diaper changed then I was put back in my crib. I did get back to sleep dreaming of cure little sissy dresses and being ogled at the new salon.

She woke me up with a kiss on the nose, then changed my diaper yet again. She dressed me in another sissy dress, this one had tons of petticoats attached, but was so short my diaper was still visible. Off to the salon for my first day of being seen, advertising what the salon could do for their sissy. The salon had not had a grand opening yet, but was open to the public as they finished setting up the styling areas. I was surprised at the number of customers they had so early in the morning, from my vantage point in the play pen near the reception area. I was placed in my home for the day, as a belt was fastened around my waist keeping me in the playpen. I couldn’t unfasten the belt, since my hands had been placed in mittens, rendering them useless.

Most of the females coming into the salon with their future sissies stopped to take in my appearance, telling the receptionist they wanted their sissy to look like me. My future sealed, a sissy for all to see and emulate. A perfect sissy.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Katy; Developing A Female Figure

Katy; Developing A Female Figure

My gorgeous wife came prancing in from a day of shopping, way too many bags in her hands. The charge cards getting hit hard again I am sure. She dropped them on the floor and made a beeline for me. I backed off a step or two, whenever she does this it is not a good sign. Probably wants me to do something for her at least that is her usual reason for buttering me up. I got pushed back into a chair and she plopped her derriere on my lap. Now I was worried, whatever she wants this is major, pulling out all the big guns to make her attack. I leaned as far back in the chair as possible, to keep some distance between us, but she just leaned closer and kissed me on the lips. It was not a casual kiss, I am sure there was smoke coming from me, I know I felt like my whole body was smoldering.

I took a big breath and decided to see if I can put an end to this before this goes on all night. “All right, spill the beans what do you want me to do that is totally against anything that I might even consider doing in this century?” I got a big smile from her, she has already got her foot in the door, now she just needs to close the deal.

“I am sure you remember Ronnie, the one with the lingerie store near the mall. Well she needs a favor from you. We have been best friends for years, now she is branching out into a new line of clothing for the male, something sexy and wicked. She has invited some of our friends to a special type of lingerie party, and of course we are invited. Just think you will be among twenty gorgeous females, all in brief and sexy lingerie.” At least, that is the version of the story I was told on this particular evening.

I do remember Ronnie, the most wicked female on this earth. If it involves sex, any type she knows about it or wrote the book about it. Ronnie and my wife are indeed friends, we have exchanged dinner invites over the years, and her presence guarantees a lively, erotic, and interesting get together. If she thinks it, it is soon verbalized, no hesitation whatsoever.

What Ronnie wanted me there for worried me, but being around Caroline’s friends was winning the debate at the moment. Without exception there was not a finer looking group of females anywhere. I was forbidden to touch, but my wife did allow me to look. Of course, she was by my side all the time to make sure it was only my eyes involved in this appreciation of her friend’s fantastic figures and unexcelled beauty.

Instead of just flat telling her no, I wavered which she took as total approval of her proposal. I was told the date and time so that I could make sure to be available. It was scheduled for later in the week, at five P.M. I thought that was a little early for a party, most of the ones Caroline has attended in the past were scheduled for seven or eight P.M. Yes, she has been to other lingerie parties, and from what I see afterwards she has had quite a bit of fun. Rowdy but sexy would be a good description of her actions after she returns from one of these parties. Ronnie had been involved in more than one of these parties, so I was wary of her being involved in this one. The things she showed me in the past that she bought guaranteed to liven many a night in our bedroom.

The subject got dropped, I did receive a romantic evening, most of my wishes seen to by my lovely wife. The next couple of days went without anything unusual happening, although the romantic evenings continued. I managed to get most of my work caught up, so that in case things turned out worse than I expected I would have a couple of days to recoup. I did consulting work for small businesses, mostly involving inventory levels and making the proper buying choices. Over the years I have managed to build up the business, now it is my only source of income. My job before starting my business finally done away with, a little over a year ago.

The day of the party, Caroline was extra attentive, making sure anything I desired was given to me. My favorite food for lunch, even a communal shower as we got ready to go to the party. Afterward I actually had to stand under some cold water to get certain things to behave themselves. I dressed in some Dockers, my preferred mode of attire, along with a nice sweater, Caroline vetoed the sweater for some reason, handing me one of my old polo shirts instead.

She drove us to Ronnie’s store, parked around back and knocked on the door. Ronnie let us in, hugging Caroline and appraising my body as she showed us in. It was one of those careful inspections of every inch of my body, even walking behind me to appraise my ass. That unnerved me even more.

We sat in her office and chit chatted some, mainly the two girls talking about who was coming to the party. Then Ronnie grabbed my hand and led me to a frame at the back of her store. It was situated at one end of her storeroom, the room now cleared of any merchandise with some chairs stacked against the far wall. She explained she wanted me to grab hold of the top of the frame while she adjusted the frame to size. She cautioned me it was still a little wobbly, so that I needed to steady it as she made the adjustments.

It was wobbly so I held on to it as she made adjustments to the legs and supports. Maybe that was what she wanted me for to help her get everything set up. I closed my eyes for a minute, her outfit that she was wearing very provocative, her breasts were almost to escape her clothing as she had her hands above her head quite often, her nipples trying to peek over the neckline of her dress.

Believe me, my eyes were riveted to their possible escape. I tried to think pure thoughts, but I could feel junior twitching a little already. Ronnie stood on a step stool, adjusting the top of the frame, her breasts now eye level or above and only inches away from my face as she leaned closer to reach part of the frame. I squinted hard, trying to keep my eyes closed, this was pure torture. The last peek showed a part of her nipple about to escape her bra, as she was stretching to reach that part of the frame. If it made it that far it would have no problem escaping the neckline of the blouse she wore.

I heard her ask Caroline for something, then her grabbing a hold of my wrists. I thought she was about to fall so I tried to remove my wrists from the bar only to find them firmly attached to said bar. Caroline was suddenly playing with my clothes as they were unbuttoned and slid down my body. The shirt could not be removed since my wrists were secured to the bar, so a pair of scissors were used and it was cut off of me. Now I knew why my sweater was vetoed earlier.

My boxers were next as I started to vocalize my opinion on them being removed. Meanwhile Ronnie had got down from the step ladder, her task accomplished. From behind my head a pair of hands shoved something in my mouth and it was promptly secured behind my head. I whimpered, screamed, anything I could do to make my distaste known of what was happening to me, but only muffled sounds escaped from my mouth. I even tried stomping my feet, similar to what a child would do when they were not getting their way. Needless to say I did not get my way, now naked, gagged and still attached to that damn frame.

Caroline moved in front of me, smiled and started to rub my erection. I instantly turned red, in front of Ronnie this is humiliating but despite the circumstances an instant turn on. Caroline was slow and methodical with her rubbing getting me so hard. This was kept up for quite some time, bringing me right to the edge and then slowly caressed until I was frustrated but not about to come. After the fifth or sixth time Caroline came around to face me and held my head in her hands. She told me to remain quiet, she had some questions to ask me requiring an answer. I nodded my head in agreement and she released the gag, but left it hanging around my neck. I sure it was on purpose, a reminder to behave or have the gag replaced.

“Now what I want is for your approval to have your body hair removed. It is to be done with a cream, and will be permanent.” I started to say something but a finger on my lips reminded me of my predicament. “I love you, always have but the hair on your body I can do without. So I am asking for you to allow me to remove all of it below your eyebrows. What we have in mind tonight will work better with you hairless, but it is and will remain your decision.”

My face scrunched up, gawd can this get any more involved. In a weak moment I nodded my head, telling her to go ahead. She insisted that I verbalize my agreement, that necessary before they would go ahead. “Yes, I want my body hair removed permanently.” I was ready to ask for something more involving my male organ, but a finger once again reminding me that question had not been asked yet.

“Now Ronnie is going to do a little presentation tonight for the other ladies. It involves you and certain pieces of female clothing. I want you to experience it, keeping an open mind. The rewards afterward should be sufficient for you, all administered by me personally. Other than what I have said it will be better if you go into this not knowing exactly what is going to happen. It will help you portray the emotions we would like to have while the presentation is going on. No need for acting, your actions will be real and honest. I need an approval of future actions or I will release you and you can go back home. I love you and want you to experience this, but only if you can trust me?”

I nodded my head again, but like last time I had to say the words to satisfy her. “Yes please use me and abuse me, for I do love you and trust you.” Then in a whisper, ”I think.” The use me and abuse me was often said to each other, something that one of us read in some book at one time or the other. My gag was replaced after a toe curling kiss, lots of tongue as she manipulated my rock hard organ to the point of no return. The gag was in place before all of the moaning and screaming occurred. That is my moaning and screaming.

Meanwhile Ronnie was spreading a cream all over my body, everywhere but on my male appendage. That was Caroline’s area of expertise. Needless to say, I lost the battle fairly quickly coming in huge spurts on the towel Caroline held around my organ. After the release I hung my head down, so ashamed of my actions, doubly so being watched by Ronnie as Caroline emptied my male appendage of its sperm.

After fifteen minutes more towels were brought in and the cream was wiped off, leaving my skin smooth and hair free. Then the two set up for the party, leaving me there naked and hair less. Back and forth setting up the goodies and extra chairs so everyone would have a front row seat. A front row seat with me as the main attraction. There wasn’t much I could do, my wrists were firmly attached to the top of the once wobbly frame, now suddenly unmoving and quite rigid.

I felt hands on me as they moved around setting up, a few gropes or squeezes to let me know they were still there and I was their pawn in the upcoming drama soon to unfold. I had no idea why I folded so quickly, none of this was what I had in mind for tonight., especially being hair free now, much less the taking of my sperm in front of Ronnie. She did watch intently as Caroline saw to my milking, a cute little smile plastered on her face.

Then the ladies started to show up. In groups of two or three, pausing as they came in and moving towards me to see the main attraction. Well that and to check out the merchandise. More gropes and rubbing as if my body could stand any more. Even a pinch delivered to my right nipple, I turned to see who did it but all I saw was a group of giggling females. I am sure I was red, bright red and any other flamboyant color as I was checked out by these ladies.

With everybody arriving, I was now surrounded by twenty females fully clothed while I was there naked as the day I was born. Not exactly what I was promised by Caroline when she told me about the party. Ronnie got their attention getting everyone to take a seat.

I meanwhile tried to think what was coming and why I had caved in so easily. I do love Caroline, the years we have spent together each one better than the last. I guess this is a natural progression that Caroline has done recently, massaging me to orgasm in front of Ronnie just the latest in a series of gradually more erotic behavior.

“Ladies tonight we have a special presentation. First we want to thank our volunteer Ken for willingly helping us out. Let’s give him a round of applause.” They all clapped, even a few standing hooting and hollering. Some volunteer, trapped and held against my will. Well up until I was forced to enjoy a moment of sheer bliss, no make that utter humiliation. Okay, both of the above.

“Now ladies this class is how to get your significant other into a corset and under your control. On hearing this I moaned, Caroline walking by and tapping my penis right on the head. That was it for him for a while, he instantly deflated trying to shrink to nothing.

All of the items we are using tonight are available in the proper size to fit any of your male partners. So let’s get started. Of course, hair removal is essential, since they likely will be encased in the corset for quite some time. The cream we offer is permanent, allowing for no hair regrowth in the coming years. It is a product of Turnabout Gurl Salon, a useful resource as you continue with your significant other’s feminization. Whether feminized or just left in a corset you will find them much more receptive to your needs, thus leading to a rewarding and satisfying relationship in the future.”

“Now Ken has already had the hair removal treatment, now permanently hair free. You will find the male whining at this treatment until he has experienced what it is like to feel every touch of her lover’s caress. I am using the feminine pronoun, since a lot of their feelings that they will experience are ones experienced by a normal female. Now the next step is to secure his organ so that he has to sit to urinate. This is done with a special garment with a pocket that holds his penis back between his legs. Thus when he needs to pee, he will have to sit as a female does. Think of all the mess that this will stop, not having to clean the toilet seat daily.”

“The garment is available with hip padding like this one that Ken has chosen for his inaugural trip into the female genital world. It has the normal female slit, of course, hair free as befits a modern woman these days. The two puffy lips invites attention and offers a gateway into something wonderful and moist. The garment is slid up her legs and then her large clit is slid into the pocket as Caroline is showing, a tight fit by the way. A cream will make this job go so much easier, also making the subject excited thus helping to ensure a smooth wrinkle free fit.

Then the garment is pulled up to the waist, smoothing out any wrinkles as you go. The tube lays between her cheeks pulling her appendage back between her legs tightly. In most cases you will find that the balls end up popped back into their original pockets as the garment is pulled into place. This makes for an even smoother flat front. You will notice that the color is matched to the skin tone, thus giving the impression that the vulva is real. You should start referring to it as a vulva, an important aspect to drive home the nature of their anatomy change.”

As all of this is happening I am frantically trying to get my hands loose. I know Caroline has explained some of this, but what Ronnie is saying is very worrying. Even though Caroline getting my penis into the sleeve almost made me come again, I still am worried about Ronnie’s words. I hang there limp, everything seems unescapable so I succumb to my fate. I am listening to Ronnie’s spiel, wondering if this is all a joke or if she is selling these items to her friends so that they can subjugate their husbands like they are doing to me. It feels real, as if they are actually doing this to me not as a simple demonstration but something that will last far longer than I have in mind.

“Next comes the actual corset. We have selected a pink color for our model, a favorite color of this particular volunteer. The corset fits from the upper thigh to just below the breasts ending in half cups to support the new breasts. This allows for use of the bathroom and the development of a natural looking pair of breasts. The corset hooks in front, once hooked it takes a special tool to undo the stainless steel busk. The one you purchase needs to be just big enough to slip over the waist with the laces undone. If it is tighter like this one was, even better. Once the busk is fastened there is no taking off of the garment unless you desire it to be removed and you possess the special tool.”

“The laces are then snugged in back, making any final adjustments to the position of the corset. Before you start tightening you need to reach into the half cup of the corset and grab hold of any extra skin on the chest and pull up. Tighten the corset some more than pull up the extraneous skin once again. This is the start of her natural looking breasts.”

“The tightening of the corset needs to be done in stages, taking up all the slack then stopping for fifteen to twenty minutes. This allows the person encased in the corset to get used to the constant restriction of the corset. Of course, towards the end it might be necessary to add a foot in the back to make sure the laces are tightened to the max. That is also the reason for the corset frame, although a door frame in the house can be utilized just as well the wrists secured over the top of the door. Just not as pleasingly aesthetic looking as the corset tightening frame. With the body stretched out the corset can be tightened tighter ensuring a more attractive female figure.”

Now we are ready for some accessories to make the person wearing the corset feel more secure and cared for. This particular strap attaches at the front of the corset and is then pulled through the legs and secured to the back bottom edge of the corset. It locks in place, making the wearer ask for permission to use the bathroom for any function. This is particularly useful in making the wearer more aware of your needs, before she can handle her own basic bodily functions. As you have watched Caroline do the activities described she is constantly rubbing the groin, the newly pushed up breasts and the padded behind. All of these areas are especially sensitive now, thus keeping the subject confused and docile.”

I listened to all of this, moaning and groaning as the corset was tightened and the strap was pulled up between my legs and locked. I could hardly breathe, what little breaths I was able to get were shallow and short. I was surprised when my wrists were released, then realized that I could barely stand much less affect anything further that might be done to me. As my weight settled down on to my legs I felt my stretched out tissue trying to find somewhere to go to. Its previous home had been taken away by the corset. I did notice my breasts seemed fuller now, bubbling out of the half cups of the corset. It seemed my bottom also swelled some, but I could not see it due to the unyielding grasp of the corset. It was now almost impossible to even turn my body to see my new hips and ass. I guess with nowhere to go my breasts and butt are the only two places available for the excess tissue.

My gag was removed, but that changed nothing other than allowing me to maybe get a little bigger breath. After some feeling was returning to my arms I ran my hands over the corset marveling at my new changed figure. No longer straight up and down I now had curves, lots of them. Although I had lots to say I didn’t feel like vocalizing anything, my new changed status made me unsure and feeling very insecure. I kept remembering what Caroline told me, but being encased in the corset and the strap covering up everything below cast some doubt on her earlier words.

So I just stood there waiting for whatever came next. Some extra sheer stockings were smoothed up my legs and attached to garters hanging down from the corset. The feelings that they caused as they were pulled up my legs nearly caused another accident. Then I realized that junior could no longer get erect, trapped in the tube and the crotch strap tightly holding down any possible erection. It was so tight down there I doubt if even a twitch could occur. Heels were slid on my feet and the ankle straps secured tightly. I heard clicks, presuming that they were now locked on my feet. Maybe a moot point since I doubt I could lean over far enough to get to the strap in the first place to see to their removal.

Another set of cuffs fastened around my thighs with a short elastic rope connecting the two. That limited my ability to take much of a step, now short steps the only movement possible. One more set of cuffs this time above my elbows with a similar cord hooking the two together this time in front of me. Now my arms were forced in front of my body, any attempt to move an arm behind my back was impossible. I could still do some things, but I had lost full movement of my arms, now only simple tasks directly in front of me were possible. I realized that I was pretty much a captive of my clothing, short steps, limited arm movements, not able to bend over and now having to ask to do normal bodily functions. Yep, whatever anybody requested of me I would have to do, or face the repercussions. I didn’t even want to think of all the things that could go wrong.

That pretty well ended the demonstration to her assembled guests, so everyone enjoyed the treats and refreshments, while I stood there unable to barely move, much less enjoy anything to eat. The corset was so tight that I doubt there was even room for a cracker in my stomach. I didn’t even want to think of drinking anything and having to ask someone to let me use the bathroom. Nope, not ready for that. I held a little hope that maybe when the party is over I will be released, but it was tempered with the thought that my wife and her best friend might have even more nefarious things in store for me.

I got checked out often, so I just made myself available to be prodded, groped and even pinched. My breasts in particular were the targets most often. Since all of these females have a set of their own, I could not fathom why they wanted to play with mine so much.

Ronnie ran up a lot of sales, boxes and boxes of garments and accessories were loaded in their cars. At least I managed to get out of helping, presumably because of how I was dressed. I could see me with a couple of boxes, naked except for the corset helping the ladies get their purchases into their cars, a small consolation of sorts.

Eventually everybody left, leaving my two mistresses and their plaything there alone. For some reason mistress just seemed appropriate as a description for them. I somehow tried to justify things as if I was their plaything, there for their amusement.

I was commanded to help them clean-up, the only help I could manage was to pick up cups and plates. Ones on the floor I had to have help with as I could not reach them. We managed to get the place somewhat like it was before the demo. After an hour of work the place looked pretty good, so Ronnie went to add up the things she sold, while Caroline was placed in charge of the plaything, me. I was seated in a chair in the corner and she promptly sat on me guaranteeing that I would not wander off. My back was ramrod straight, the corset making that the only way I could sit. With the heels and the thigh bands I doubted I could have got far or done much if I could get loose.

Several times I debated asking her if I was to be released tonight, but decided that the answer to that question was better not knowing about. We heard Ronnie squeal, I take it her sales were more than she anticipated. Ten minutes later she emerged from her office taking Caroline’s place on my lap. I was deep throated while her hands found my already sore nipples and made them even more tender and sore. Caroline watched from the side, clearing her throat when she thought I was enjoying it more than I should.

Then Ronnie got up and the two of them walked out into the store giggling and whispering back and forth. I groaned, not wanting to know what they were cooking up. They waltzed back with several outfits for me. Dresses maybe, but just not what you would wear in a public setting. I had to try them all on, the sexiest was deemed the appropriate attire for my trip home. That answered my question about if I was to be released soon. I let out a big sigh, my desperate wish not in the cards apparently. I didn’t want to think about anything further, afraid of being severally disappointed.

Caroline did eventually get me home, the dress I was put into more like a fancy nightie. Layers and layers of silky material flowing from my shoulders and ending just above my knees. My elbow cuffs were replaced after the nightie slid over my head making it impossible to remove even if I could get it up over my head.

To make matters worse Caroline parked in the driveway, not the garage making my trip from the car to the house right out where people could see me. I am sure Ms. Kravitz next door was glued to her kitchen window, watching me in the heels and nightie try and get into the house in the least amount of time possible. Once in the house, Caroline led me to the bedroom. She undressed and laid on the bed, her legs spread apart so that her sex was in plain sight. I had a pretty good idea now what she expected of me.

I moved to the bed and awkwardly managed to kneel next to her I leaned over and had to catch myself before I fell right on top of her. My hands were limited in movement but did manage to support myself a little so that I could bring her pleasure. I had the many layers of the nightie to contend with also, not making things any easier. I have seen to her orally several times, just not her usual preference most evenings.

I knew I had to excel, otherwise I might be stuck like this for all eternity. I started off slow running my tongue over her already puffy lips, darting into her slit on occasion. I could hear her moan when I did that, me in a corset and packed away must be turning her on way before she settled onto the bed. I continued this attack for quite some time, Caroline trying to move my head in closer and make me tongue her deeper. She was close, but I wanted some revenge for being locked away and so very uncomfortable. My tongue was getting sore, but I had her writhing and twisting every way she could trying to get me to finish her off. At one point her back was a foot off the bed, trying to get my tongue into her pussy.

Holding myself up trussed up the way I was is very stressful so I gave up my delay tactics, plunged my tongue deep inside her pussy, while using my one free hand to manipulate her right nipple. It worked her juices spraying me in the face as I lost my balance and fell on top of her. I was really tired, worn out, frazzled, and pooped, all of the above and more.

Then the unthinkable happened, I suddenly had to pee. I looked at Caroline she still had that glazed over expression on her face. I quickly pleaded with her, it was like I had to pee right at this moment. I presume the corset was exerting quite a bit of pressure on my kidneys. I tried to get up, finally managing to get on to my feet and heading to the bathroom. I looked back at her telling her that I had to go real bad, please hurry.

She meandered along eventually getting where she could unlock me. Then the bitch had the nerve to ask me if I really had to go that bad. I swore at her, but she just waved the key in front of me and I quickly calmed down. “Let’s see what you can promise me that will encourage me to unlock you sometime this evening.

I was already doing the two step trying desperately to keep it from starting to flow, I knew if a drop escaped it would start a flood. In my weakened state I promised her anything, just unlock me please. Her next sentence surprised me. “Repeat after me. I want you to keep me in chastity and in women’s clothes for the rest of my life that includes makeup and a feminine hairdo. I am to be only released when you want my services and then only for an hour. That will make me so happy to be able to please you for the rest of my life.”

I looked up and she had her phone out and was recording me saying those words. I was repeating her words right as she said them. I so desperately need to use the bathroom I would agree to anything at this stage. I had to bend over slightly as she unlocked the crotch strap and removed it from the corset. I forgot for a minute that I had to sit now, but quickly managed to get myself situated properly. Even though I had to go bad, it took me a few moments to relax my muscle and let the flow come out. It was messy, spraying all over me and the inside of the toilet bowl. Junior was not free, instead in the sleeve making the pee travel that extra distance coming out in a most feminine way, just not what I was used to. I was given some toilet paper and told how to wipe, my blush at having to do something so feminine really affecting me. The strap was promptly replaced and locked, now a captive to her wishes and desires again.

I then realized how vulnerable I was when I had to beg to be unlocked. She controlled all the cards then, and I was subject to every whim and desire she ever had. That night the dynamics in our house changed, I now did as I was told, no more suggesting anything in place of what she wanted. After she slipped off into dreamland I just laid there wandering about the changes and if I could live with them. I was uncomfortable, that was a given. But for some reason it was also a big turn on. Having no control of my life is welcomed in a way, too many years of having to make hard decisions to make ends meet. I had enough money stashed away, that we would not suffer a lowering of our life style. If I was mainly outfitted in a corset, think of all the money I would save in clothes. I ended up getting a headache, way too deep a thought for a weekend evening. Maybe tomorrow more will be revealed.

When my eyes opened the next morning I saw Caroline staring at me, her face only inches from mine. I started to say something, but was soon kissed in a most passionate way. After she eased off, I had no idea what I was going to say. My mind was pure goo, not a thought, or even a word housed therein. I was helped up, then into the bathroom. She bent me over and removed the strap between my legs. I breathed a sigh of relief till I felt something hard at my rear entrance. I feared the worst, but it turned out to be an enema nozzle. Before I could gather my wits she pushed it all the way in and released the valve. I was suddenly filled with a warm fragrant fluid. I do mean filled, the sensation of liquid flowing into me was soon replaced with cramps as the liquid filled every space in my colon and stomach. I tried to twist around to relieve the cramps, but the corset prevented that quite easily. I danced around again trying to escape her grip and get to the toilet. I finally was allowed to sit down and release the fluid, it seemed my whole insides was flowing out my rear end. After everything made its way out she appeared with another bag and had me bend over. I knew better than to resist, maybe this one won’t be so bad. It turned out to be just a rinse, fluid in and then a minute later allowed to escape.

I saw her approaching again with something in her hand, but just closed my eyes, if I can’t see it then it can’t be there. She held something to my sphincter and then pushed it in with one deft push. The enema had loosened up my rear entrance, so it went in easily. The size of the intruder though made quite an impression on me. Way bigger than I was comfortable with. My mouth opened wide, but nothing came out. My sphincter formed back around something smaller, I had a pretty good idea I now had a butt plug placed up my rear. After a few minutes it settled in some, I could feel it but it was not that uncomfortable. I wondered how many more little surprises would appear in the next few days, but also realized that there was nothing I could do about it.

That was all the surprises that morning, the strap between my legs was placed back on and locked again. Now the butt plug was securely in place and would stay there until my wife wanted it removed. In a way I was thankful for the enema, now I only had to beg to be able to pee when the time came. Back in the bedroom as I looked around for some clothes I saw a dress hanging over the back of the chair. I hoped it was not for me, but since Caroline seldom wore dresses the likelihood of it being for her was faint. Sure enough it was for me and after I was doused in a very heavily scented powder it was lowered over my shoulders. The dress had two thin straps over the shoulders, a very fitted bodice and then flared out to a fairly full skirt. Caroline zipped it up and then I was again fitted with my knee strap and the one at my elbows.

I realized I will not be doing much today, trussed up like this I could walk around and maybe prepare lunch but that would probably be my limit. Sure enough that is what she had me doing, practicing in the heels and then standing at the kitchen counter and making us some sandwiches. I decided to see how long my time in corsets might be for, asking the question in as friendly a manner as possible. Now is not the time to aggravate Caroline, since I have managed to keep my situation as least stable since yesterday sans the butt plug. I did not get the answer I expected.

“Well Ronnie wants me to keep you this way for at least a month, but I have a different thought. Last night was really special, I could get used to that very easily. But I want to be fair to you, so I have decided to let you choose your future. Let me warn you though I have some expectations of you and I need to see those reflected in your thoughts for me. So take a few moments and think of everything that has happened since yesterday and then let me know your ideas on what you can do to please me.”

Gee, no pressure here, I am still trussed up if what I suggest does not please her I may never get out of this corset. Or if I do get out of the corset I might be relegated to the guest room for eternity. I didn’t like my choices, but several years serving as a husband I hope I have learned something. The easy way is not always the best way.

Not much thinking was necessary. “I want to be kept in chastity, to be only allowed some pleasure when I have satisfied you appropriately. I love my corset and hope to be afforded new ones as my figure adjusts. If you feel that I would be a better person if I am feminized then so be it. I do love you and hope that you feel the same towards me.”

Now that I had said those fateful words I felt much better. I tried to not think of how what I said would impact me, but the implications were many and the impact would no doubt affect me greatly, maybe not what I was expecting and most likely for longer than I anticipated.

Apparently that was what Caroline wanted to hear, as I was hugged so hard I thought my new breasts were going to pop out of the half cups. During this time her tongue was busy, the insides of my mouth and throat thoroughly cleaned and polished. She did have her phone on and was recording my words, although the camera angle might be off some once she heard my first few words. Surprising to me I did not feel depressed, committing myself to a life in corsets and feminization. A sense of relief, maybe since the decision had been made, I was now committed to this lifestyle for the future. The corset was indeed uncomfortable, but after the night encased in it, the feeling of being gripped, shaped into something more pleasant, did have its merits. I imagine the longer that I am in it, the more comfortable it will become, the body adapting to its new limits.

Caroline made a few phone calls, I know one was to Ronnie, I could hear the squealing on the other side of the room. Then to her salon, when she mentioned Jessica that confirmed my assumption. I had a feeling that my further steps toward femininity were soon at hand. About four in the afternoon Caroline came and dragged me to the front door. I looked at her and then at my body, the corset the only piece of clothing on my body. One jerk and I had my answer, the door locking behind me as she made her way to the car with me in tow.

I was helped into her car and then driven to her salon. There I was taken to a private room in the back, and several technicians came in to see to my treatments. Lots of compliments on my female figure, during the discussion I found out that most everything Ronnie sold was from their boutique, Ronnie just getting a cut because she bought so many items from them at one time.

They decided on a feminine hairdo and semi-permanent makeup until I could learn enough to do my own. I was laid back in the chair and my hair washed and conditioned. Then it was set in curlers, the setting lotion used was long lasting. Under a dryer to cook for a while. Another tech came and worked on my nails, filing them and putting a clear coat of polish on them. Once the hair was dry I was sat in a salon chair and she worked on my makeup. It was applied with precision since it was semi-permanent. According to my tech it would eventually fade after three months, each application after that making it last even longer.

My hair style was brushed out, the image in the mirror quite feminine now. I was helped up, once my figure came into view there was no doubt, Ken had ceased to exist. I just stared at the mirror, mesmerized at my image now. I was waiting for Caroline to reappear, sitting in the salon chair looking at my image in the mirror. I noticed someone standing behind me, a quite attractive and imposing female. She came around to my side and sat in the chair next to mine.

“I am Francine and glad to finally meet you. Have you decided on a female name yet, Ken just doesn’t suit you?” I put out my hand to shake hers, but she side stepped my hand and hugged me tenderly. When she sat back down in her chair a warm smile lit up her face. “So what do I call you?”

I stammered some, the only feminine name I could think of was Kendra, and as soon as it left my mouth she vetoed that possibility. “How about Katy, you look like a Katy and it has a nice ring to it.” I nodded my head and I now had a feminine name.

“Let’s talk about your predicament, I knew about it before it happened, but I want to hear what you think about it now that you have experienced some of it?” My mouth was open, she reached over and pushed it closed and waited for a reply. I looked at her wondering about her interest in me, then happened to look at a picture on the wall behind her, the name Francine at the bottom of said picture, founder of the Turnabout Gurl Salons. I moved my butt a little trying to get more comfortable in the chair. I didn’t accomplish much.

“It all surprised me, even Caroline’s part in it was a little hard to accept. Now that I am in the corset and subject to what others want, I am not as objectionable to what happened as I was at first. I hope I can be what she wants, I do love her immensely, just not sure why I am in this position. I am not complaining much, it has been interesting so far. I can imagine a time a few weeks from now, lots of new experiences and sensations likely to occur in the meantime.

Francine smiled, then offered a possible reason for Caroline’s participation. “Like a lot of females, a married life loses some of its desire as the same things recur day after day. Now change things around, make someone dependent on you for everything and life becomes so much more interesting. Part of it is power, although females have more power than they realize, it is seldom acknowledged by the participants. To be able to control a partner, there every action having to be allowed provides a huge rush of that power.”

“Now in your marriage you have done most everything, made the decisions, earned the income for your family, provided the things that your wife desired. In her eyes you have had the power, now the dynamics have changed. To even go to the bathroom you must ask her permission, maybe even doing something humiliating to gain that approval. She now has the power, and is relishing in this new found control of you. I don’t think the love has changed in regards to you, but now she can show her love for you in other ways. By taking care of you, she is exerting her need for power and also showing her love for you.”

“Life might be a little difficult for you for a couple of months, as you learn to be cared for and she learns how to tone down her control so that both of you are happy in your roles. I am sure it will reach a happy balance, but let’s talk a little more about you. From what I have been told you have done most everything as you provided for your wife in your marriage. Now to be on the receiving end might just show you something you have been missing most of your life. I am sure the corset is pretty much occupying you thoughts, but wait till you get to wear some beautiful clothes, to get pampered several times a week and can relax as Caroline sees to your needs. If you are still unsure wait to see if all of this doesn’t push you over to the female side.”

“Even someone such as Ronnie does care for you, she was the one to come to me asking me to talk to you so that you would feel that it is all not one-sided. She and Caroline planned well, but then doubts popped up as you were so calm as they trussed you up. Yeah they used you some, but they did have good intentions as they tricked you into being their plaything. Like I said power can be so intoxicating to someone not used to wielding it.”

“What you have not discovered yet is the power a beautiful female has over her lovers, dressed to the nines you can make them melt away when they first get a glimpse of you. Even Caroline will turn to goo when you show up in a sexy dress, hair all done up with meticulous makeup and a fabulous smile on your face. Then you can have her doing things for you, out to eat, maybe a movie and then home to be ravished. Not bad for a feminized male huh? Do take the time to explore all of this, if you need to talk to someone call the salon anytime and I will get in touch with you as soon as possible. Consider what you have experienced a gift, enjoy it and much more will come along with it.”

I got hugged as she left, leaving me to my thoughts and what she had mentioned to me. As I re-hashed what she said it did make sense. I was definitely in the powerless group now, having to beg to even go to the bathroom. Then I thought of what Francine said at the end of our conversation. Maybe that would be a way to get some control of my life back. My mind kicked in, going over ideas and ways to implement those to reverse my position some.

Further planning will have to wait, Caroline is coming in the door to pick me up. Maybe a quick test to see if I do have some possibility of making some changes. I launched myself at her, covering the distance quickly even in my heels. I grabbed her head in my hands and planted a sensuous kiss on her lips making a few inroads with my tongue to soften the defenses. I pressed my body tightly against hers, grinding my groin into hers as hard as I could. I heard Caroline take in a deep breath, and switched my lip attack to her eyes. I rubbed my small breasts against hers, trying to excite her nipples in the process. Another few sharp intakes of breath was proving what Francine told me to be true.

As I was being led from the salon I saw Francine over to the side giving me a thumbs up. A bigger smile has never appeared on my face before, I can have lots of fun, and eventually bring the balance between us back to a level I can live with. Now with a female figure the possibilities are endless.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Jenny; A Sissy For Kayla

Jenny; A Sissy For Kayla

My girlfriend was quite the business woman, owning several fashion related businesses. Her latest acquisition had cut into some of our together time and I was whining about it. She handled the complaint as she normally does, a sensual kiss that turned my mind to mush as she rubbed my male appendage with her hand. Two weeks later I was back to whining, she had spent the last five days at her new business, leaving me alone at my apartment.

We both were spoiled brats, our parents providing each of us with everything we requested as we grew up. Then when we graduated college a huge trust fund to handle most anything we might want in the years to come. The trust fund provided so much every month, to be deposited into our checking accounts. Jobs were not needed, we had no needs that we could not obtain ourselves. That is how she had acquired her businesses, each one researched and after careful consideration bought for a song. The businesses all had been in trouble financially, so the expense in buying them was minimal.

Where I was content to waste my time on the internet and play an inordinate amount of time on video games, Kayla wanted something to occupy her time, something to do with her free time. Each business she tackled was turned around by her, profitability returned to the business within the first few months.

I was the one suffering, of acute Kaylaitis. I pleaded with her, I begged her for some of her time, making a royal ass of myself in the process. Finally she had enough of my persistent whining telling, me she would pick me up at ten the next morning and I could hang with her for the rest of the day. She was truthful with me letting me know she was still going in to the business, but with a little luck she would be finished about three in the afternoon, leaving the rest of the day just for us.

That was better than nothing so I quickly agreed to her plan. When she pulled up in front of the store my mouth was open in awe. It was a sissy store, part of a national chain that I had read about, with her buying the local franchise of it. I followed her in, and she sat about getting the lights on and the store open. I found a love seat over in the corner and made myself comfortable. Kayla was setting up a display, having a photographer coming in right after lunch to take some pictures for an ad she was planning to run in the local newspaper.

The whole idea of her owning a sissy store left me a little unsure. This is a side of her I have never seen before. So I did what any red blooded male might do and retreated to a safe spot and observed. I was quiet the whole morning only speaking to her when she asked me to go down a couple of stores and get each of us a tea. The sweet shop had candies and assorted tempting treats along with coffee, tea and other beverages. I ordered two cups of tea and waited for them to be prepared. Returning to Kayla’s store I did as she requested, giving her a cup of tea when she had finished with a customer, quickly retreating to my safe spot and sipping my tea.

Several customers showed up during the morning, a couple of ladies by themselves shopping for their sissies. I was listening to them talk with Kayla, the conversations most interesting. Then a mother dragging her teenage son with her right before lunch. She picked out a couple of dresses for him, as he tried to shrink into the chair he had positioned himself on. He was dragged to the dressing room and soon emerged wearing one of the dresses. To say he looked different would be quite an understatement. The dress was so frilly and juvenile, he now looked like he was a member of a kindergarten class, although a little bigger size wise than most of his classmates. With his hair in a ponytail the look was almost complete.

He was obviously embarrassed, trying to hide behind his Mom. Kayla helped adjust the dress a little better on him then suggested some panties and shoes that would complete the look Mom was after. Mom agreed, the boy soon wearing the panties and shoes as Mom paid for his clothes. I noticed that the mother had left his clothes in the waste bin at the register, his dress apparently the new mode of fashion for him.

Kayla’s sales help came in right before lunch, they conferred for a few minutes then Kayla came to get me so we could grab some lunch. We walked a few blocks to a fast food place, ordered then found a spot on their patio to sit and eat our lunch. I did notice Kayla looking at me a little more closely, a cute little smirk appearing on her face. I tried to ignore her attention, not wanting to inquire about the smirk and what it might mean for me.

We made it back to the store, Laney her sales help telling her that the model for the photographer had called in sick, not able to make it, since she was throwing up every few minutes. Kayla called the photographer and postponed the photo shoot until five, when the store would be closed. She took her phone and started calling a few people, presumably ones that she had talked to about modeling her outfits. An hour later she sat down in the stockroom disgusted and depressed. I could see she was in deep thought than that smirk again as she was looking my way. I got up to take a walk, and made it as far as the front door of the store. Kayla grabbed a hand and dragged me back to the stockroom and sat me on some boxes of clothing that had come in that afternoon. She was quiet for a minute, figuring out what to say.

I knew I was in deep do do, but was at a loss as what to do or say to avoid what I was sure was coming. It didn’t take much intellect to figure out what she had in mind. The fact that I was not much taller than her and quite thin made her idea quite plausible. I thought back to the teenage boy that had been dressed as a sissy and shuddered. That boy was just a little thinner than me, and probably the same height. I had allowed my hair to grow down to my shoulders, and wore it in a low ponytail. A fact that now might fit in perfectly with her proposed plans.

She wasted no time in coercing me to help her, along with her pleas her stroking my male equipment and her kisses to my face and ears were making thinking difficult. I didn’t tell her no, but I also didn’t agree to do as she wanted. When she relented some I looked down at my body and discovered I was naked. She had managed to get me undressed stashing my clothes somewhere. Laney had closed down the store and register, wanting to know if Kayla needed her to do anything else. As she surveyed my naked body she giggled, then hugged Kayla and left. As she closed the door and locked it the photographer had showed up and she let her in, yelling to Kayla that the photographer was here. Kayla left me for a few minutes to show the photographer where to set up, then returned with a handful of clothes apparently for me.

My body was carefully appraised, then she went to a cabinet and removed an electric shaver. My little bit of body hair was quickly removed, then she grabbed a brush and brushed out my hair after removing the scrunchie that held it in the ponytail.

Still naked I had given up resisting her efforts, figuring the sooner I cooperate the sooner that I can return to my male persona. I was not looking forward to any of this, far from it. What male would want to wear a frilly dress and pose for pictures in front of a lady photographer.

The panties were first, a frilly pair with rows of lace on the rear portion of the panties. Kayla called them rumba panties. They were silky, and fit way too good. Snug in the crouch, and caressing my body with their silky embrace. Kayla came up to me, reached into the front of the panties and grabbed junior and pushed him back between my legs. When she released the panties they kept him secured there, a flat front now on that portion of my body. It was a little uncomfortable, but the dainty slip and dress that was slid over my head caused me to focus on how I looked now. I looked in a mirror a few feet away, the juvenile look of a pretty sissy the only image I could see. Kayla added some lipstick to my lips, then dragged me out to the display that she had set up earlier.

I took a look at it, not really paying any attention earlier when she was setting it up. A huge teddy bear was on one side of the display, a life size doll dressed like me on the other side of the display. Each one was held by me as hundreds of pictures were taken, the photographer wanting me to kiss the bear and doll, and hug it tight to my body.

I was blushing at doing something so girly, I am sure making the pictures that much more humiliating. I was later to learn that is a key part of being a sissy, actions and clothes all designed to humiliate the sissy, and make them dependent on an adult to take care of them.

The evening wore on, with me having to change into at least fifteen different dresses, each one frillier and daintier than the last. The photographer must have taken at least a thousand pictures of me each one showing only a sissy. My hair was brushed different ways, each one emphasizing the sissy image. I got a set of pigtails for some pictures and even one with my hair in curlers while I was wearing a nightie. That luckily was one of the last pictures she took of me. Sometime during the evening I was referred to as Jenny, my apparent sissy name now.

While Kayla and the photographer discussed the photo shoot I sat back on the pile of boxes, waiting for her to finish. I thought of what all of this meant to me, the fact that I could be easily recognized from the pictures taken of me today worried me quire a bit. If Kayla ran this ad in the local newspaper I would be a laughing stock in a very short time.

If I refused to let her use these pictures I doubt there will be much future for us as a couple. Of course refusing to let her use the pictures is such a laugh, here I sit in a child’s nightie with my hair in curlers and wearing makeup. Not exactly the epitome of a strong no nonsense male. Luckily for me there was not a job involved on my part, I can see how ridiculous that might turn out.

Kayla returned grabbing my hand and after picking up her purse led me out of the store to her car. All the time I was trying to escape her, looking right and left to see if someone was looking at me. I asked about my clothes, my wallet and ID still in my pants pocket. She informed me she had my wallet, but the remainder of my clothes are in the trash. No further need for any ID, a sissy named Jenny not requiring any. She did get me in her car, the passenger seat where I was placed. I slumped down in the seat not wanting to be seen by anyone. She fastened my seat belt like you would a child, forcing me to sit up some. I received a kiss on my cheek and she came around to the driver’s side and got in. I breathed a sigh of relief, figuring we were on the way to our home.

Wrong, she pulled into a drive thru, ordering us some food, then after paying and receiving the food she drove over to a near by park. She parked in a spot, overlooking the lake and proceeded to feed me my dinner. I tried more than once to feed myself but was scolded vigorously. Finally I placed my hands on my lap and let her have her way. She used a wet napkin to clean my face, then reapplied some lipstick to my face.

Several people passed by my side of the car, looking in as they passed. No outright laughing but I heard a giggle or two and several turned around so they could get a better look at me as they went down to the lake. Kayla asked if I wanted to go down to the lake, there were several children there and she was sure I would be welcome to play with them.

I looked at her with sheer panic etched on my face. Kayla meanwhile giggling at my facial expressions. She did resume the drive home, once in sight I heaved a huge sigh of relief. I was taken into the house, then straight to her second bedroom. As she opened the door my mouth opened in awe, a super frilly girl’s room was all I saw. I tried to grab the door jamb as she led me into the room. She reached for my thingy and soon I was led over to the bed. She gave me a sizzling kiss, then laid me down on the sheets. She reached for something on each side of me, fastening them together over my waist. I looked down to see what she had done, figuring I could easily unfasten them after she had left. She removed my rumba panties, washed my thingy real good and then slid a diaper under my butt. This was done while she played with my thingy, as I raised my butt up off the bed so she would caress it some more. It was pinned tightly to my body, then a second pair of panties was slid over it. As she slid them up my leg they crinkled some, with me finally realizing they were plastic panties to keep my diaper from leaking. Of course I was beet red, not able to utter any protest to Kayla. Way too much for me to get a grip on, much less figure out what to do about it. Then she removed a pair of mittens and slid them on to my hands. They were finger less, just one pocket for my hand. They had a strap that fastened around my wrist keeping them from being removed. I tried to wiggle my fingers, but the mittens would not allow that movement. She slid a blindfold over my eyes, then raised my nightie up to my neck. She squeezed my nipples some, getting them erect and standing out, then fastened something on to the erect nipple. I felt the pressure from whatever she had attached to them but it was not painful. She pulled the nightie back down after tightening the strap holding me to the bed. Tucking the sheets tightly under my body. I was now trapped in the sheets unable to move or do anything to free myself. I was blind now, listening carefully to see if Kayla was going to do anything else to me. I was kissed on the tip of my nose. Then she left the room, apparently turning out the light as she left. The room seemed to get darker, as my eyes tried to adjust to the darkness of the blindfold.

Why I had let her truss me up like this, never saying a word to her in protest. I suddenly felt the need to pee, moaning out loud trying to get her attention. I finally realized that was the reason for the diaper, she had no intention of releasing me to go to the bathroom. I held out as long as I could, but the urge was greater than my willpower. I flooded the diaper, then thought of how I would have to wait until the morning before I could be changed. I did succumb to sleep, not able to free myself from my sheet prison, muck less remove the strap holding me down to the bed.

The next morning Kayla woke me with another kiss to my nose, then felt the diaper to see if I had been forced to use it. She smiled, then started releasing me from the bed. After waking up from my sleep, I started to ask her about why she was doing this, but her finger on my lips implied that I was not to talk. She changed my diaper, but slid the rumba panties over the diaper to cover it up. I smelled like a baby now, the amount of powder she used on me enough for several babies. The nightie was removed then she removed the clamps that she had placed on my nipples last night. Once the blood reentered the nipple I was suddenly in severe pain. They stayed erect though as the redness slowly faded away. I move a mittened hand up to touch them, but soon found out they were now super sensitive. Another one of Kayla’s sissy dresses was slid on to my body, then a pair of girls shoes were slipped on to my feet. A collar was attached around my neck, then I was led through the house and out to her car. Being led by a leash attached to my collar, left me confused and bewildered.

I thought about speaking up again, but decided not to, all of this really confusing me about our relationship now. A short while later she pulled up in front of a beauty salon, a few doors down from her sissy shop. She spoke to the receptionist and then someone from the back came to lead me away, the leash used to get me headed in the right direction. I was sat in a chair and leaned back my hair apparently the focus of today’s visit. She washed and conditioned it after removing the curlers from yesterday’s photo shoot. I had forgotten all about them, once I got used to the feel of them as I tried to get to sleep last night. In the mirror I saw my head covered in curls. Even washing my hair didn’t relax the curl. She cut my hair into a feminine style, with bangs I might add. Then she started weaving in longer strands of hair from my bangs all the way to my neck. The longer hair erased any masculinity I might have had left, The hair now a mixture of curls and straight hair. She separated it into little bunches, then wrapped a piece of paper around the bunch then around a smaller curler. This took quite a bit of time to accomplish. Then a smelly liquid was soaked into each curler with me figuring out I was being given a permanent. Another huge sigh, my time as Kayla’s boyfriend now over, a sissy for the foreseeable future. I guess I could put up with it, at least I will still be with her. I kind of zoned out for a while while my permanent was processed.

After another rinse, she combed through my hundreds of curls and then started wrapping them around colored curlers, many different colors depending on where on my head they were used. It had been at least two hours since she started and I was needing to use the bathroom. I started to ask the lady if I could use the bathroom, she looked over to Kayla, who shook her head no. Kayla came over and pushed on my lower stomach and I flooded the diaper. She smiled again and returned to her chair. I never realized she was just a few chairs down from me, my attention only focused on what the lady was doing to my hair.

As my hair was drying under the hair dryer, my nails were worked on, after she removed my mittens, It felt so good to have them off, my fingers flexing in their new found freedom. I received a manicure first, then extensions were added, my nails now extending a half inch past my fingertips. Again I thought of asking why, but silence reined and after the hair dryer shut off I had ten highly polished nails in a pinkish color, my formerly male looking hands now like part of an advertisement for a sissy store.

Then a sudden realization forged to the front of my small brain. Kayla is going to use me as advertisement for her sissy store.

Then back to the new curly hair as the curlers were removed from my hair. Oh gawd, what am I going to do now. I looked like what I imagined a sissy looked like, an exceptional girlish sissy. Not a hint of anything masculine left on my body. My nails, my sissy curls leaving no doubt about my apparent gender.

Kayla was also finished coming over to reclaim her sissy. The leash was reattached and I was led from the salon. A short walk and right into her sissy store. I was taken to the back, my diaper changed them out front to the same display where the photos were taken yesterday. I was positioned in the middle of the display and my leash attached to a beam over the display. She kissed my nose again and then went to take care of other business. I stood up and tried to reach the end of the leash, but my new fingernails prevented me doing anything. I tried where the leash was attached to my collar, the same result. I even tried to undo the collar. but could not find any seam or catch.

There were some customers in the store so soon my appearance was being appraised. They had a frock picked out, asking Kayla if they could see it on the live model. Of course, it was not a problem, my current dress was removed and the new one slipped over my head, right in the middle of the store. I tried to hang on to the dress I was wearing but soon found my hands slapped away, as she made the change. The changing of the dress happened several more times that afternoon, Kayla suggesting it even if the customer did not. Of course having to use the bathroom popped up again, but I knew better that to ask Kayla to free me. A short while later I flooded my diaper again, not even realizing I was doing it. So much for being potty trained, I would imagine I will be totally unable to control myself soon if this keeps up.

It was after five when I was unleashed from my display, and taken to the back. Diaper removed and I was totally washed and cleaned. She had something in her hand when she approached me again, her rubbing my male organ unexpected and bewildering. It was short lived however as she held an ice pack against my thingy, junior shrinking to a mere nubbin. I felt her doing something down there but since everything was still so cold I tried to ignore what was happening. When I did look down there a few minutes later I was shocked, my thingy locked into a male chastity device, the length of it only an inch with my balls locked into a ring snugly behind it.

Again no words spoken from me, just another long sigh, wondering if there was anymore surprises in store for me. I was shedding moisture from my eyes, although I will steadfastly deny that I was crying. Taken to her home, and straight to my new bedroom. The new routine continued on for the next few weeks, staying with Kayla at night and at the sissy store during the day. I now wasn’t even aware when I wet my diaper, the weight of the diaper the only clue to me flooding it yet again. I wore a never ending array of sissy dresses both to model them and also for the customer to see how they looked on a live model. The chastity device stayed on, any attempt to swell up quickly aborted as the points inside of the device dug into my soft flesh.

Then a change in the daily routine, as Kayla took me back to the salon for who knows what. In a private room at the back Kayla sat opposite me and explained what she wanted. She did ask me to listen to her first before I made any comments. First she wanted me to marry her, but the union will not be between husband and wife but between a sissy and her parent. She will see to my care, although the chastity device is permanent. A sissy has no need for any kind of sexual release.

I was to move in with her, sleep with her and she will take care of all of my needs. I will be loved, caressed, and fondled as appropriate for a sissy. The diapers are an another requirement, she loves me being dependent on her for diaper changes, so that is not negotiable.

Sales at the sissy store have soared since I have been there as a model, so that too will continue. She will take extra time to be with me, taking me places dressed as her cute sissy. I will never have to worry about being kept busy, out and about dressed in one of my frilly dresses, at the sissy store or at home with her as she changes my diaper and plays with me.

I hesitated in my response to her, realizing if I accept I will be forever a sissy, diaper dependent and unable to care for myself. I then realized I was already trapped, living the life as she wanted. A sissy for Kayla named Jenny.

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